All during the summer drought birds paraded in front of our kitchen window. Robins splashed as if the bird bath were their personal Saturday night tub. Delicate finches, gold, grey and scarlet, sipped delicately from the edge of the bath. Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal, he in bright crimson, she in grey with just a hint of scarlet, joined the drink fest outside our window. Mourning doves and robins took their turns.
An occasional blue jay swooped in, shushing all other birds from the bath.
No need for entertainment during breakfast, as the constant flurry of feathered activity outside our breakfast window provided endless entertainment.
Now the drought has ended. Water is plentiful and the birds no longer share our mornings. I'm tired of the rain.
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